Great Big Sea - Helmethead lyrics
[Great Big Sea - Helmethead lyrics]
I was just seventeen, when I made the AHL
I couldn't skate in junior
But my fist rang like a bell
I'll never win a title
And I'll never win the cup
But when it comes to ladies
I've had the best of luck
My first girl was a sly one
Hanging round the rink
But they sent me off to Cornwall
As fast as you could blink
In Moose Jaw I was right in love
The daughter of the coach
He traded me for nothing
Didn't take to my approach
So good-bye, fare thee well
There's no time for delay
You'll see me at the face-off
Or catch the play-by-play
So good-bye, fare thee well
I'm glad you shared my bed
But never trust a fellow with
A helmet on his head
Chantal was from Moncton
Elle a joué avec moi
A tongue as sharp as razors
But she had a fancy car
Her husband was a bruiser
Played senior in Quebec
If he'd had the rights of it
It would have been my neck
Nancy couldn't watch me fight
She'd always be in tears
Waving from the bleachers
And screaming in my ears
Dee I should have married
And we had a dandy fling
But, I had a one way contract
Blew the money for the ring
I should have sent a letter
And it would have been polite
But, I'm cleaning out my locker
And time is getting tight
I'm calling from the station
Perhaps another day
Cause they're calling up a rookie
And they're trading me away
I couldn't skate in junior
But my fist rang like a bell
I'll never win a title
And I'll never win the cup
But when it comes to ladies
I've had the best of luck
My first girl was a sly one
Hanging round the rink
But they sent me off to Cornwall
As fast as you could blink
In Moose Jaw I was right in love
The daughter of the coach
He traded me for nothing
Didn't take to my approach
So good-bye, fare thee well
There's no time for delay
You'll see me at the face-off
Or catch the play-by-play
So good-bye, fare thee well
I'm glad you shared my bed
But never trust a fellow with
A helmet on his head
Chantal was from Moncton
Elle a joué avec moi
A tongue as sharp as razors
But she had a fancy car
Her husband was a bruiser
Played senior in Quebec
If he'd had the rights of it
It would have been my neck
Nancy couldn't watch me fight
She'd always be in tears
Waving from the bleachers
And screaming in my ears
Dee I should have married
And we had a dandy fling
But, I had a one way contract
Blew the money for the ring
I should have sent a letter
And it would have been polite
But, I'm cleaning out my locker
And time is getting tight
I'm calling from the station
Perhaps another day
Cause they're calling up a rookie
And they're trading me away